The Piper plays a LamentEight bear the weightOf the Coffin drapedWith the Red Maple Leaf.And She weeps.

At the slow march they stepFor a Comrade has fallenThe Journey beginsThe Homeland is calling, andAgain She weeps.

Up the ramp moves the coffinTo rest in the bellyOf the giant grey bird.With a Brother besideNever alone, andAgain She weeps.

Soon the roar, then the leapTo the Heavens, the bird takes flightHoming West to the setting sunChasing the afterglow into the night.Straight on til the morrowWhen dawn brings the light.For Canada's awaitingHer Hero, Her Child, andAgain She Weeps.